Warning: If you are really sensitive to these sort of descriptions including blood, injuries, suicide, or anything similar. I suggest not reading this.
This is just going to be a story I'm going to write for gore and stuff i suppose. Most likely in...
Disclaimer!! This is related to an RP I have where Swap Paps is brothers with Dream and Night and Nightmare has a daughter named Vi with Ccino.
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Night didnt know what was happening one moment he was in the castle and the next he was pinned to the ground in underswap snowdin. Cross kept him pinned, Chara trying to fight for control back. Night kept yelling, trying to get away.
Night screamed, trying to go into his corrupted form to slip away but failing. Cross took out what seemed to be one of his brothers positive arrows. Laughter grew louder from Cross, soon becoming a psychopathic laugh that screamed insanity.
Cross drew back his arm, using the other to hold Nightmare still. He continued to scream, kicking and trying to develop attacks. Cross thre his arm forward, a loud crack hurt.
The arrow went through his eye socket to the back of his skull. Nightmare screamed bloody murder, kicking even harder. His skull went numb, his movements slowing before slowly stopping. His chest still rising up and down, but at a slower rate.
"Why. . .?" Night mumbled, the words barely escaping his mouth. Tears developing in his eye socket that wasn't pierced through. The plum colored blood flowing out of his wounds.
"For making me do all that dirty work, you son of a bitch" Cross ripped open Nightmare's shirt, grabbing one of his ribs, lightly pulling to hear a crack. It caused Nightmare to lightly start kicking again, screaming louder than before, beginning to cough. The purple blood spilling more. Cross grinned from non existing ear to ear. Laughing again, then pulling back harsh again. He grabbed another rib, quickly doing the same and dropping both broken bones. Night laying there almost motionless. The light glow of his eyelight remains following Cross's motions.
Cross slowly rose up. He saw a tall figure quickly running over, the screaming voice of Swap Papyrus gaining louder.
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HEY SO UHHHH. ITS JAN 2020 WHEN I PUBLISH THIS AND I DON'T REMEMBER WHERE I WAS GOING WITH THIS SINCE IT WAS LAST UPDATED IN JULY.... SO HAVE THIS.
